Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I leaned against the wall. This was kind of boring to me, but it was fucking hot watching Travis be in command with them. God, you could tell I was such a fucking biker girl. My hormones were ridiculous.
Maybe it was just the pregnancy.
I almost snorted again. I’d wanted Travis like a bitch in heat before getting pregnant.
“I want complete loyalty and honesty. If I don’t have that, you’re of no use to me. Even though it’s been six years, I’m sure you all remember what I’m capable of when I don’t get my damn way, so don’t cross me. When I go out on a run, I will always have a certain group of people with me and a certain group of people that will stay here. Anyone who stays here will have to answer to Katie, and she’s a little scarier to deal with than I am.” I grinned and wiggled my fingers at them in a wave. “Anything I say or she says goes, whether I’m here or not.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Everyone has responsibilities, and you will find those out once I find out what the hell you’re good for. If those responsibilities are not fulfilled daily, I’ll treat you like a child. Is everyone on the same page?” he asked.
They all nodded silently. I sighed, getting tired of listening, and walked out of the room. I went into the kitchen and managed to find a bag of chips. I sat down at the bar and started eating them. When Travis came out of the room, he shook his head at me. “Couldn’t fix yourself a sandwich or something?” he asked, nodding his head towards the bag of chips in my hand.
“Not when there’s nothing to make it with. I was lucky to find this. These people must eat out every damn day. No wonder they look so out of shape. That shit was never allowed with the Bloody Royals.” I shook my head in disappointment.
Travis sat down next to me and stole a chip out of my bag, making me glare at him. He just smiled at me and shoved it in his mouth. “Yeah, I know. Your dad’s people, even the women of the club, are in tip-top shape. I plan on getting these guys into shape, too, starting with their eating habits. I can’t have unfit people in the club. Fat may be good for your body when you get shot, but it’s not going to help you heal if you’re unhealthy.”
I leaned my head on his shoulder. “You know I have to go back to the Bloody Royals, don’t you?” I asked him. He grunted. “I’m the president’s daughter. I have responsibilities there that I have to fulfill. Those people count on me just as much as they count on my dad.”
Travis sighed. “I really wish you didn’t have to,” he muttered. “I hate it when you’re not by my side. It bugs me. I can’t protect you like I need to.”
“It’s something that has to happen,” I murmured. “Trust me, I don’t want to leave your side, but I’m a Bloody Royal, Travis. My club will count on me for the rest of my life. My dad’s handling my stuff right now, but I can’t let him do it forever.”
I really didn’t want to leave him. I knew I wouldn’t be gone forever, but I’d be gone a couple of months to sort things out. My dad will be sixty soon, and he’ll be handing everything over to me. Until then, they would need me there. However, the only problem was that if I was with Travis, it would join the two clubs together, and Travis didn’t want that yet. It wouldn’t matter to the Bloody Royals, but Travis had a lot of problems with the Black Skulls. I didn’t know how long it would take him to fix the shit storm that had blown through here in his absence.
“Are you taking the president position in the club?” Travis asked me.
I nodded. “I’m the daughter of the president. It automatically gets handed down to me when my dad turns sixty.”
He pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded. I knew he didn’t like me being a president; it practically put crosshairs on my head. “When do you want to go back?” he asked me quietly, grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers through mine.
“I’ll spend a couple of days here with you,” I told him, letting my eyes meet his now sad ones. I hated that look on his face. “We’ll make the most of the time we have together in person.”
He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. “Then, let’s get started,” he murmured against my lips. “Everyone’s busy.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I slid onto his lap, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He groaned and carried me up the stairs to his room. When he closed the door, I yanked his shirt over his head, being very careful with his gunshot wound. It looked bad, and I knew it had to hurt him. We would take it easy, though. I didn’t need him ripping the stitches in the middle of sex.